Estoy en Costa Rica

Well, I am in Costa Rica. Hmmm? Where do I start? I guess I´ll tell you about my family that I am staying with. Me and Amy (one of the girls on this trip) are staying at Ronald Martinez´s house. He is the preacher of the church we are going to helping. What we are doing at the church I am still unsure. I know that we are going to help out with the youth with activites and what not, and then we will probably teach classes for the lil´ones on Sunday´s, but other than that I think it´s just wherever and whatever. Anywho... Ronald has two daughters Alejandra, 19 and Adriana, 16. He also has one son, Esteban, 14. His wife is named Nora, and there family is so nice! There are so caring and make sure we are cared for. The other two girls that came on the trip live with a family from the church.
Our first night here was very interesting. It´s kind of a long story, but I guess I will shorten it as best as I can. Whenever we arrived at the airport in San Jose we went outside to many many people holding up signs with names, but there was no one holding a sign for us. So we just waited inside and figured Ronald would arrive. Well, we eventually figured out that there was a lack of communication between us and many other people, so we pretty much didn´t have a ride. So here we are 4 girls ALONE in a DIFFERENT country. To add to that Amy didn´t have her luggage because it was somewhere in Dallas! With the help of some amazing airline taxi people we tried to figure out what to do. So we looked up the number to the Spanish Language School that we are attending, but it was closed...OH did I say it was about 11 o´clock at night? Then finally after a few new ideas we found Ronald´s address and telephone number. Of course he did not answer since it was so late, but we thought maybe it would be a bright idea to go look for the house in the taxi and just show up. Hmmm? Yes we might be in college, but some ideas are not so bright.
So on and so forth, after we went out late at night to a shady place we realized that we just needed to go to a hotel. After going downtown almost at midnight looking for hotels that didn´t cost 7534570234987289345 dollars (exaggeration) we found one. The taxi man was so nice. He made sure that we were at a place that was not peligroso (that means dangerous). We were so blessed to have someone so kind because you know he could´ve tried to take advantage of our situation, but he didn´t. (Thank you Jesus.) Soooo anywho... we stayed at the hotel, the next day we reached Ronald and he picked us up, and here I am now. Safe and sound!
I guess I learned from that experience to communicate with people, and don´t expect others to do it for you. Also... don´t judge a book by his cover because that taxi man was really nice.
I´m glad that God was looking over us 4 girls that night. I´m sure he will continue to look after us during this journey in Costa Rica!